A night out at a bar or club isn't usually tops on my priority list yet there are those times when it can be fun. Besides, you never know who you're going to run across from your past!
A nameless road unspools forever under Elias Moreau’s tyres. Naked, half-hard, he drives toward Isolde—pale, raven-haired, eternally waiting, sex glistening in headlights. Each encounter is slow, deep, wordless release on warm tar, yet she recedes again. No end, only endless want, her scent on the wind, the next curve calling him forward.
Midnight Midnight veils London in shadow. She waits at Embankment, coat parted, lace stockings bare above, slick beneath skirt. He emerges—tall, eyes devouring. Fingers trace blouse, nipples hardening. Mouth devours hers, deep. Kneels, tongue laps slick folds, circles clit slowly. She shudders, comes biting cries. Lifts her, thrusts deep—rolling, filling. They grind against rail until she clenches, he spills hot. Vanishes. She smiles, marked. Midnight
"Hi! My name is Violet. New kid on the block. You don't know me, but you will. Once you do, you won't be able to get enough of me. Just ask all the hot guys in Indy! HA! All 500 of them. Start your engines, Boys! I look good lying a checkered flag. Red light! Yellow light! Green light... HO!"
A Story in the Second Best Universe Second Best, Book II. If you haven't read Second Best, you'll probably survive -- but it will give you something to do, after... Strange Relationships was a finalist for the Silver Clitoride Award for April 2006.
A She Is Story A saintly yoga wife, her burned-out "nice guy" husband, and a creepy basement janitor slip into one messed-up loop of lust, guilt and voyeurism. This isn’t about cheating, it’s about something worse: when you suddenly realize it turns you on to see your perfect little world get dragged through the mud – and you don’t want it to stop.
My frigid wife gives me permission to have extra marital sex. But it can only be with other men. I met a guy online and we started getting together pretty regularly. I never did leave his name or tell him mine either.
A She Is Story A saintly yoga wife, her burned-out "nice guy" husband, and a creepy basement janitor slip into one messed-up loop of lust, guilt and voyeurism. This isn’t about cheating, it’s about something worse: when you suddenly realize it turns you on to see your perfect little world get dragged through the mud – and you don’t want it to stop.
Danny and Kay explore a dangerous new dynamic in this collection of hotwifing stories. From a competitive volleyball court to the anonymity of Comic-Con, Kay tests her power over men while Danny watches from the sidelines, battling a mix of jealousy and intense arousal. As boundaries blur and rules are broken, the couple navigates the thrill of exhibitionism and voyeurism, questioning if their relationship can withstand the heat of their evolving fantasies with teammates and masked strangers.